Chapter two

Sorry for the wait but here is chapter two, and my editor is out so all I have is word. So go easy on me. I want to thank all of those who reviewed my story! It really helps me out!

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Marinette POV

Alya and I are running down to my favorite fabric store Fabricglore, and I know the name is really cheesy. We slow are pace down as we see the shop come into view, and slowly walk to the store trying to catch our breath. When we entered the store owner Ashley came over before I was half way into the store.

"Marinette! I haven't seen you in weeks not since came to get the fabric for yours and for friend's dresses. How are they coming along?" I was about to answer her question but Alay spoke be for I could.

"They look amazing! Everyone at the ball will be so jealous of are dresses!" by now Alya is almost bouncing with excitement for the upcoming ball. It will be held in one weeks' time, but I'm so scared that no one will like are dresses! My faces must have shown how worried I was because Ashley and Alya said that it would be fine at the same time. But I can still be worried about it.

"Do you still have that fabric I bought? I need to make masques for me and Alya, and I ran out of the materials already." When she looked down at me she had this fake hurt look on her face

"Ye of little faith," and walked away into one of back rooms in the store. When she came back out a few minutes later she had the rolls of fabric I bought earlier. "I do believe this is what you requested?" I had some squares of the fabric in my sketch book, I took them out and compared them. It was a match. We bought the last that we needed then went on a mad dash back to my house to finish the dresses.

Adrien POV

One week till my birthday, and all I can think about is spending the night with my dad. He has been around the palace more often this week, but he still doesn't have any time for me. All he seems to care about is the ball and making sure everything is just right for it. I don't even want the ball, but if it gives me a night with my dad then I'll go.

"Pardon me your majesty I don't mean to interrupt your breakfast, but here is your schedule for the day." Nathalie said in her usual monotone voice, and blank face. I accepted the schedule, lessons in the morning, lunch fencing lessons after then a fitting to make sure my outfit was done. Dinner and my dad will be there! I can't remember the last time I had dinner with him.